Not only does Jordan love the slide, it is the only thing he likes at the park.
Besides dogs. And other children.
Swings? Noooooooo! Swings are torture! Noooooo swinging!
Those little bouncy animal things on springs? That other children like? Terrible! Haaaaaateful. Why would we even do that to him?
Sliiiiide! The slide is where we want to be. So we slide. And slide.
Me, I've been on a slightly less fun slide into exhaustion.
I don't know what it is, but I'm tired. All. The. Time.
I don't mean just the normal I'm-a-mom tired. This is like a whole nother layer of tired on top of that.
Sometimes I can't fall asleep. Or I wake up at 4 am and am awake for an hour or so. Those next day tireds make sense.
But some nights I lie down and sleep until morning. It doesn't really seem to matter, though.
Even with a full night of sleep, I wake up unrefreshed and exhausted. I slog through the day in a fog, eager for Jordan to nap so I can, or eager for the workday to end so I can come home, eat, and go to bed.
I don't know if you've read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell? If so, it's kind of like those characters who have to dance all night in the Faerie kingdom of Lost Hope and then sleepwalk blankly through the motions in their day lives. And if not, uh, that's still kind of what it's like.
It's tedious, it really is.